Hazel eyes met purple in an astounding show of will. They seemed to clash just as their swords did, dancing with the primal fury of battle. Sparks from their furious dance radiated outward off the blades, filling the air around them with light.
One of the fighters cackled, her amaranthine eyes glinting with the joy of the fight. She smirked, parrying his blow, and then slashed through the spaced where his stomach used to be.
He was not so fast as to reach much farther than a yard before her steel met his once again. He charged her, using his longer blade to his advantage. He swung once, twice, thrice, until she lay on the ground panting.
"You did well."
The purple-eyed woman glared up at him with such malice that one could surely believe that they were the harshest of enemies. However, the grin he shot her and the wink returned put to rest such assumptions.
He offered her a hand, his eyes gleaming; she accepted, walking along the path from which they had come.
Their night was filled with camaraderie and laughter, for the first time she had come close to winning against him was today.
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